i can be wild like an arrow through your back, like dirty white fringe and castles floating circle-style in the celestial sky. i can be crushing, i can be unfamiliar to everyone. nobody knows. we like to cuss. we like to french kiss. we like to spit and cuss and what. and we are the night time. the black ass night. and we rage and race. and we were raised to be afraid but we were too wild for this world. our poor parents tried. we were sent places and screamed, huddled together. it rained and we pretended we didn't care. and we fell in love. i cut my hair in the kitchen. and i gave all my things away. and i was still there.
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